Wit
Where were you when I was arrested at a public toilet for drinking
of a flask of brandy- the man beside me was a police officer out
to catch people like me who needed a drink to survive the tedium of
living in a provincial town in the middle of a landscape of cows
Where were you during the court case when the judge said I was
a disgrace, a plague on the backside of humanity, drinking in public
It is a serious crime, the buffoon thundered, throwing the gavel at me
It hit a guard in the head, who was knocked out
Where were you when I had to run the gauntlet of jeering reporters
and people pointed me out in the street, and a hush when
I entered a café, and the waitress refused to serve me coffee
You went on holiday in Spain, drinking red wine.
I hear Inuits
who are into wit ~
they intuit
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Note: The Inuits
live in Alaska,
if you're into it...
Bugs Bunny loves his carrot treat—
outsmarts his foes with swift, wily feet.
“eh, what’s up, doc?”—his cheeky call,
a clever bunny loved by all.
Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.
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If brevity is the soul of wit
levity the key to longevity
be the humour in it
and
tho' we may be one link
in the chain but a blink
in the big picture
the grand scheme of time
here today and gone tomorrow
on the brink I like to think
(whenever I can)
as the world's revolving
I am a wink in the never-ending
ever-unfolding evolving of man
so
as time flies
on a one-way ticket
never to return
I light my candle at both ends
while I have one to burn
There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot
YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)
Every poem paints a picture
worth a thousand words
or so I've heard
and a little whimsy
goes a long way
it can even make your day
yet if I may have my say
not to laugh occasionally
once in a while
would be a tragedy
so let me see you smile
and to make a long story short
as I have often thought
if brevity be the soul of wit
levity
the key to longevity
is the humour in it
Ocean speaks to me of the words
I'm afraid to confront
And then consoles me with her wit
Like no soul I see in front.
Calm on the outside
Carries a storm inside
Along with it lies,
A ravishing world of strange lives.
Never did they see the sun
As she held em captive
So no human could gauge her depth
Or dare to destroy it.
She knows we can never fathom
The complexity she bears
Just like our feelings
Bothersome at times.
So she chose to be calm
Cause who would nurture the clan
Ignorant to internal chaos
That last for infinite time.
This is my bond with her
A reflection of one
That I hold with myself
A graceful complication.
.
'bout time
thuh flowerz are bloom'n
and thuh naiads
tired uv toadz
arrrr
come'n out tuh
play
oooh
thuh barrrd'z
nervous
though
excited
Seeing the beauty of the morning sunrise,
then seeing the colorful sunset at the end of my day.
Making someone laugh when I go shopping,
seeing their face go from dull to lighting up.
Nothing is better than a new puppy,
all soft and furry with a kiss from a tiny tongue.
A child's face in wonder,
giving them a double ice cream cone.
Some writers here,
with their funny wit and humor.
That tepid tea, civility,
Is not the drink for such as me!
Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine!
Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line!
Samuel Langhorne Clemens
had a wit as acidic as a lemon
to many pompous people he was a pain
especially with his pen name Mark Twain
It took but a bit
But used my good wit
To write what I writ
I'll try to use couth
And write about truth
Be it black or white
Be it wrong or right
It's just what I write
By chance I wrote wrong
What's writ all along
Then, I'll sing your song
And let me be bold
That truth could be told
It may not be true
According to you
It's your point of view
Brevity is the Soul of Wit
(Hamlet Shakespeare)
Really?!
A sweet sword
Hanging on my brain door
Shining with a mystical might
Flavors that are vicious and bright
It cuts my invisible emotional ties
And takes me on a roller-coaster ride
Diving into the ocean of E-life
Everything else seems to be a lie
A new tool “E-divine”
That sets the bar upright
The windows shut and doors closed
The real world carved is a piece of art
The blood has taken another route
The arteries and veins left the chat
Those sweet verbal exchanges are now Emojis
Wholesome is the new hole
The deepest spot is not a place anymore
It is the screen that displays “battery low”
than-bauk goes down
and around thoughts
to drown boredom
than-bauk takes pains
down the brain's stem
and reins-in smiles
than-bauk's stair steps
boast well-swept words
and depth of wit
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